The Spoils of Allsveil: Dark Heart Heroes #2 by S.N. McKibben Page A
Authors: S.N. McKibben
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on forever, but his…man parts…reminded me of the end of a bedpost. A smooth tip tapered wide held by a thin shaft. Only this shaft and tip throbbed. I felt drawn, pulled to it. I wanted to touch the rosy steel column of flesh, but I couldn’t move. Long minutes passed before he motioned to take a step toward me. My eyes widened. I leaned back in my chair. My heart pounded.
Darrin nodded in understanding. “You’re not ready yet.” He bent down to his clothes and started picking them up.
“Hey,” I said. “I won those. Each piece is a trophy.”
My husband snapped his head up and gaped. Straightening, he put on that bravado I hadn’t seen since the first day I met him. “Well then, these are mine.”
He snatched the three items he’d won and tucked them under his arm. He turned to me, bowed, and said, “My lady, goodnight.” And he marched out the door, nude as the day he was born.
12 - Goththor
Being king meant there were no doors closed to me. Including my wife’s personal chambers. When the guards silently opened the doors, her two maids were in the middle of undressing her. Bridgette was not pleased when I barged in, but didn’t seem surprised.
“Out,” I growled at the two girls.
The door closed and it was just the two of us, standing face-to-face, she stripped to her night-rail and me stripped of any control.
“Off.” I jerked my thumb at her nightgown.
“Bully.” My wife stood her ground.
“Uncooperative, as usual.”
“And you expect me to be ready at your whim.” Hands on her hips, she was clearly not going to give in.
“You’ve been teasing me all day.” I gritted my teeth. “A man has his limits.”
“Took you long enough. Was I your last resort?”
If you’d fuck me, I wouldn’t go anywhere else. I’d almost said it. By the grace of the gods, I was able to hold my tongue. I was sick of her throwing this in my face every chance she got. How could we move past it if it never became part of the past . I released the breath I held and said, “That is going to be the last time you can bring up infidelity without being a hypocrite.”
Brie went rigid, with her arms at her sides. “What do you mean?”
I turned to the door. “Paul!”
Brie gripped her nightgown. “What are you doing?”
Keeping my face calm, I wanted her to know I was serious. “I see the way you look at each other.”
“You’re hysterical; I want nothing to do with him.”
“Liar.” I lunged forward and ripped the gown over her head.
Bridgette cried out and tried to cover herself.
“No!” I pointed to the bed. “Get on it.”
Bridgette ran and dove under the covers.
I threw her bed-sheet onto the floor. I pointed at the end of the four-poster bed. “Kneel facing out with your legs spread. Hold onto the bedposts or I’ll tie your wrists to them.”
“Bully,” she said. But Brie embraced her embarrassment, splaying herself for an audience.
The door was thrown open and Paul ran to me, bowed , and said, “Sire, what’s wrong? Where’s…”
His eyes caught sight of Brie. He blinked rapidly before he turned away.
“Look at her.” I sidled up to him and threw my hand around his shoulder. Thinking about watching him take my wife aroused a hidden secret within me. Paul trembled.
“ Gods-be-damned, a chance to look at the real thing and you shy away?” I jostled the man to get him to act.
Paul’s eyes remained fixated at the ground. “I have more respect for you both than that.”
A modest wife wouldn’t spread herself so prettily for a man, but this was Brie and neither her body nor her mouth remained humble. “Oh, for the love of St. Peter, don’t you understand anything, Aiden? He thinks you’re going to behead him for looking at me.”
I furrowed my brow at her. She waved her hand at him. “No man would touch me lest they receive the wrath of King Goththor.”
“So you’ve tried to have your way with other men and they refused you, is that what you’re telling
Darrin nodded in understanding. “You’re not ready yet.” He bent down to his clothes and started picking them up.
“Hey,” I said. “I won those. Each piece is a trophy.”
My husband snapped his head up and gaped. Straightening, he put on that bravado I hadn’t seen since the first day I met him. “Well then, these are mine.”
He snatched the three items he’d won and tucked them under his arm. He turned to me, bowed, and said, “My lady, goodnight.” And he marched out the door, nude as the day he was born.
12 - Goththor
Being king meant there were no doors closed to me. Including my wife’s personal chambers. When the guards silently opened the doors, her two maids were in the middle of undressing her. Bridgette was not pleased when I barged in, but didn’t seem surprised.
“Out,” I growled at the two girls.
The door closed and it was just the two of us, standing face-to-face, she stripped to her night-rail and me stripped of any control.
“Off.” I jerked my thumb at her nightgown.
“Bully.” My wife stood her ground.
“Uncooperative, as usual.”
“And you expect me to be ready at your whim.” Hands on her hips, she was clearly not going to give in.
“You’ve been teasing me all day.” I gritted my teeth. “A man has his limits.”
“Took you long enough. Was I your last resort?”
If you’d fuck me, I wouldn’t go anywhere else. I’d almost said it. By the grace of the gods, I was able to hold my tongue. I was sick of her throwing this in my face every chance she got. How could we move past it if it never became part of the past . I released the breath I held and said, “That is going to be the last time you can bring up infidelity without being a hypocrite.”
Brie went rigid, with her arms at her sides. “What do you mean?”
I turned to the door. “Paul!”
Brie gripped her nightgown. “What are you doing?”
Keeping my face calm, I wanted her to know I was serious. “I see the way you look at each other.”
“You’re hysterical; I want nothing to do with him.”
“Liar.” I lunged forward and ripped the gown over her head.
Bridgette cried out and tried to cover herself.
“No!” I pointed to the bed. “Get on it.”
Bridgette ran and dove under the covers.
I threw her bed-sheet onto the floor. I pointed at the end of the four-poster bed. “Kneel facing out with your legs spread. Hold onto the bedposts or I’ll tie your wrists to them.”
“Bully,” she said. But Brie embraced her embarrassment, splaying herself for an audience.
The door was thrown open and Paul ran to me, bowed , and said, “Sire, what’s wrong? Where’s…”
His eyes caught sight of Brie. He blinked rapidly before he turned away.
“Look at her.” I sidled up to him and threw my hand around his shoulder. Thinking about watching him take my wife aroused a hidden secret within me. Paul trembled.
“ Gods-be-damned, a chance to look at the real thing and you shy away?” I jostled the man to get him to act.
Paul’s eyes remained fixated at the ground. “I have more respect for you both than that.”
A modest wife wouldn’t spread herself so prettily for a man, but this was Brie and neither her body nor her mouth remained humble. “Oh, for the love of St. Peter, don’t you understand anything, Aiden? He thinks you’re going to behead him for looking at me.”
I furrowed my brow at her. She waved her hand at him. “No man would touch me lest they receive the wrath of King Goththor.”
“So you’ve tried to have your way with other men and they refused you, is that what you’re telling
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